love's letter

my loving soul,

there are centuries of faith and love between us.

the ties that keep us bound know no limit.

exulting joy has endured even our most tragic pain.

there is never talk of forever, but of each moment lived.

over many lifetimes our souls have crossed paths. Learning, sharing,and loving out loud.

the universe's greatest gift? time that inspires the pleasures our souls find in each other.

Souls mated. committed. protected. loved.

in deepest love,

your soul

Distance

Although it is often times the last thing on my mind lately, the thought of love is bittersweet for me. Not in the sense that I don't believe or hope in love. Love is just a puzzle that I've tried to figure out but hadn't been able until I lost a love that was important to me. If it was important then why did I lose it is the question I hear you all asking right? Well, I didn't love myself and I didn't know how to receive and give love.

The obvious is hard to ignore, but we still try. The obvious being that life does (and has) go on. After all is said and done there may be moments when you have to push and sometimes fight through the dark pain and emotions to get to the lessons in everything. Although you may think you've moved passed it and might be..."ready" you never know for sure until you give it a real try. Afterwards, you may discover that a step back is needed.

What is infinitely more obvious overall however, is that love never changes. It is always our ideas, fears, expectations, misjudgements, actions and inactions, and control issues that seem to dictate our ideas on love.

Love was easier when we were young, and we didn't know what heartbreak was. Love was love, in all of its perfect God given beauty. I am coming back in that place. That's the sweet of it. Only time and distance will tell for sure.

Love you,

SB

Distance

Choices made. Pondered over
Little need for explanation of
Healing's time and constant wonder 

A pause and stop
Our ebbs and flows
Leave traces hints at best of a
Rhythm born new

Seen finally by our naked eyes
Whats unrequited and without pride? 
Nothing festered nor boiling over

The bitten lip to the cautious smile
Gives way to guards let down unexpected surprise

Into comfortable unknowns along separate paths
Distanced yet close
Love's end undisclosed
 
 

midnight innuendo

fetishes. fantasies.
spoken only between you and me

back and forth. pushed. pulled.
giving or taking. no one will ever guess for sure.

the silent moans your eyes make.
my surrender to your touch.

our lips tease and dance. rhythmically carrying on a conversation.
conversing in the language created in our bubble

always an undiscovered country
patience making each experience new

thoughts of you clinch my womb
memories of me make your insides dance

tastes of black licorice on my mustache
vanilla and sandalwood on our sheets

we inhale our smoke
potent. natural. organic.
a high worthy of addiction

Maternal Instinct

Mother's Day for the last 10 years has been bittersweet for me. I am blessed and thankful to have "mothers" who have taken me in and loved me as their own over the years, but there is never a substitute for the love of your own mother.

She may never read this, or hear me clearly when I say it, but Mom I love you.

Take care of your mother if you have her in your life.

Love you,

SB